WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  “Nothing… I just have a lot on my mind,” I reply, ducking under the ropes and jumping off the ring. Taking the boxing gloves off, I run one hand through my sweat-soaked hair and sit down on one of the ring-side chairs.

  All around me there’s the sound of weights rattling in their bars, groans of effort filling the whole gym as someone tries to go one more rep. The place doesn’t look like much; it’s a rundown gym, after all, but I’ve been coming here for ages now. I’ve never been a fan of the hip fitness culture, with its bright colors and whatnot, and a place as rugged as this one feels like home to me. Whenever I have some free time, you can usually find me here, hitting the weights or sparring with whoever’s around; more often than not, Tad’s the one facing me.

  We’ve been friends for ages and, back when I was getting my business off the ground, he was one of my early investors. I’d say that I owe him, but he made such an enormous profit with his investment in my bars that it’s fair to say I don’t owe him anything anymore.

  “Seriously, man,” he says, sitting on the free chair to my right. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look… I don’t know, I’m not used to seeing you like this.”

  “Yeah, well… Like I said, I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

  “Business trouble? If you need anything, you can just ask me and —”

  “Nah, it’s not that,” I cut him short, and a smile takes over his face in an instant.

  “Then it’s a woman, huh?” he laughs, taking his own gloves off and throwing them on the floor at his feet. “It’s always a woman,” he muses to himself knowingly; after all, Tad also has his own reputation as a playboy. I’ve met a lot of his flings, but I never actually met a girlfriend, and that’s because he’s as afraid of a relationship as I am.

  Or as I was.

  “Yeah, it’s this girl I met…” I admit, distractedly watching as two of the younger kids take over the ring. They help each other put their gloves on and then they move to opposite corners. It doesn’t take long for them to be swinging haymakers at each other, throwing punches as if they were drunk.

  “The blonde one…? What was her name?”

  “Emily,” I reply, my heart tightening as I feel her name rolling off my tongue. “I don’t even know why I feel like this. You know how I usually do things, one and done, but this time it’s different… I’ve been with her a few times already, and I spend my day thinking of the next time we’ll be together.”

  “Woah, man… What have you been drinking, estrogen? Because that’s girl talk,” he laughs, staring at me with a mocking expression. “Soon enough you’ll start to grow boobs.”

  “Really fucking mature,” I grumble, and he just places one hand on my shoulder.

  “It’s alright, man… It happens. You’re falling for her, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah… Yeah, I’m falling for her,” I confess and, God, it feels good to say it out loud.

  “So, what’s the problem? Falling in love isn’t the end of the world. I know I’m always making fun of couples and shit, but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in love… I’m just waiting for the right one, you know? And it looks like you’ve found it. So cheer up!”

  “It’s not that easy, Tad,” I sigh, Freeway’s text message flashing like a beacon inside my head. “She’s seeing other guys.”

  “She’s seeing other guys?” he repeats after me, as if he’s trying to decode my words. “Oh, I see… You told her you didn’t want anything serious, and she took your words at face value, uh?”

  “Yeah, I guess you can say it happened like that.”

  “Well, that’s your own fault, isn’t it? It doesn’t matter, though; I was right, it seems like you met the right girl for you,” he laughs again, punching my shoulder.

  “What do you mean?” I ask him, glancing at him curiously. How does he know that Emily’s the right girl for me? She hasn’t even met her.

  “Haven’t you noticed? She’s the female version of you”

  The female version of me…?

  Fucking Christ.

  He’s fucking right.

  There’s only one problem.

  I can’t tell if that’s a good or a bad thing.

  Chapter 19

  Emily

  Straightening the front of my dress, I take one more spin in front of the mirror. I’m wearing a tight black dress, one that’s half-sexy, half-slutty, and I gotta say… I look good. Now, maybe I shouldn’t be praising myself, but what can I do? My mother always told me to be honest. Besides, it’s a good thing that I’m feeling confident tonight… After all, tonight’s the night.

  That’s right, tonight I’m having dinner with Mr. Freeway himself. I have a good feeling about it and, even if it goes badly, I’ll still be able to take WineBar out of my mind for a few hours.

  Is there sex involved?

  We’ll see…

  Checking the time on my watch, I breath in deeply and grab my purse from the bed. Slinging it over my shoulder, I walk out of the apartment and, five minutes later, I’m inside a taxi.

  “The La Lanterna di Vittorio restaurant, please,” I tell the driver, and he gives me a quick nod before pulling the taxi onto the road. The drive there doesn’t take more than ten minutes, which means that by the time I stroll through the doors of this cozy Italian restaurant I’m already ten minutes late. Or, as my mother would say, fashionably late.

  Freeway’s sitting at one of the tables at the center, the light of two candles making his face glow. I smile at him as we lock eyes and, almost as if he has a spring under his chair, he jumps up to his feet.

  “You look stunning,” he tells me as he pulls my chair, offering me a seat.

  “I can say the same,” I reply, allowing my eyes to roam up and down what looks like a tailored suit. I usually don’t like when guys show up to dates wearing a suit (we’re not in the 50s anymore, c’mon!), but I guess I have to open up an exception here; Freeway’s suit looks like it’s his second skin.

  More often than not, the first minutes of conversation in a first date are always icy and stilted… but that isn’t happening right now. The conversation just flows and, before I know it, I’m laughing like a little girl.

  Oh, I was right; going out on a date with Freeway was definitely a good decision. He’s handsome, funny, witty… And he actually picked a nice restaurant for a date. I can’t tell you how many guys I went out with thought that a fast-food joint was a good idea.

  “It’s actually pretty boring, but I travel a lot, so… I guess it pays off,” Freeway tells me, pouring the rest of the red wine into my glass. Since you just came in the middle of our conversation, let me put you up to speed; he was just telling me all about how boring his life as a Head of Trading for a big investment bank…hmm, lets call it Carter Jeffries is…

  Yeah, I know.

  Eligibility? Check.

  “You like travelling then.” Grabbing my glass, I take it to my lips, and I have to resist the urge to down the whole thing at once. Jesus, Freeway really knows how to pick his wines; he’s almost as much of a connoisseur as WineBar is.

  “Yeah, nothing beats travelling… I’ve been to almost every country on the planet, you know? I’m pretty lucky to have the chance to do that,” he admits. Well, at least he’s being humble about it. If I were as wealthy as he seems, I bet I’d be completely insufferable; I’d spend the whole day rubbing the fact that I’m filthy rich into everyone’s face.

  “Of course,” he continues, “nothing beats the life of a writer. It’s all about Starbucks for you, huh?” He teases me, smiling as he cuts another portion of his steak.

  “Uhmmm, you wish… It’s more about sleepless nights and having to wear reading glasses because your eyes are all shot from being in front of a computer screen for too long,” I sigh, chomping on my lower lip as I remember that I must have Lana’s emails piling up on my inbox by now. She’s eager to get started on a new book, but I’ve been completely distracted by all this Freeway/WineBar situation.

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  “Sleepless nights sound like fun… And reading glasses are sexy,” he tells me, placing his elbows on the table and leaning slightly forward. Even though we’re sitting in the middle of a fancy (and crowded) restaurant, the way he’s gazing at me makes me feel as if we’re the only two people in the room.

  “Oh, come on,” I laugh, feeling my cheeks turn crimson, and of course, my pussy growing wet. Who knew that a man I met on the freeway (of all places) would turn out to be a charming devil? He went above and beyond all of my expectations, that’s for sure.

  “Just telling it like I see it.” He smiles softly, his eyes locked on mine, and I feel my heart tightening up. Oh, he’s good; he’s really, really good. “I wouldn’t lie to a woman as beautiful as you are,” he adds then, grabbing his glass and raising it. Smiling back at him, I grab my own glass and return his impromptu toast.

  “And do you approach all beautiful woman you see on the freeway?” I ask him, unable to stop myself. I guess the alcohol is already taking hold.

  “Only those with a smile like yours,” he shoots back in a fraction of a second, almost as if his answer was already waltzing on the tip of his tongue. That’s it, I don’t care how corny his replies might be, he’s definitely winning me over.

  “Is that what you’re looking for? Just a beautiful smile?”

  “No, not just that. I’m looking for a woman… A real woman, you know? Someone who’s not afraid of commitment.” Then, as if he had just remembered we’re on his first date, he then adds with a soft chuckle: “No pressure, Emily.”

  “None at all,” I say, chuckling with him. More than feeling pressured by his words, I feel pretty happy about them; I’ve had this urge for commitment inside me for quite a bit now, and here he is, a man as handsome and charming as this… and he’s telling me all about how much he craves commitment.

  Can it be…? Is Marshall Kane, Mr. Freeway, the man I’ve been looking for?

  I spend the rest of the night with that question burning inside my mind and so, when he finally asks me if I want him to drive me home, I tell him ‘yes’ as fast as I can. Smiling, he hands the waiter his credit card before I can do anything about it, and then he escorts me out of the restaurant with his arm tangled on mine.

  Sitting on the passenger’s seat of his black Mercedes as he holds the door for me… I gotta say, I feel like a true princess. And being alone with him in his car, I don’t know...It makes me anxious, and that in the good sense. I keep the whole ride waiting for him to pull into some dark alley… Mm, I’d just slide my thong down my legs, pull him into me, and act like an horny teenager on a forbidden date night.

  I wait and I wait for that to happen, but that moment never comes. Instead, he drives all the way to the front of my apartment building, and he stops the car. “There you are,” he tells me softly.

  “Here I am,” I repeat, and then he just leans into me and brushes his lips against mine. Before I have the time to pull him into me, he pulls back from his kiss and gives me a parting smile. “I really enjoyed it tonight.”

  “So have I…” I whisper, wondering if I should invite him upstairs. “Do you wanna —?” I start, pointing up at my apartment building, but he just crushes his lips against mine and silences me.

  “No… I want to take my time with you,” he tells me, looking straight into my eyes. “I don’t want to rush anything,” he then adds, his voice deep and making my skin prickle.

  “Like a true gentleman.”

  I’m stunned, really, how many guys would turn down the chance to go up to a woman’s apartment after their first date together and fuck her brains out? Not many. But that’s exactly what Freeway has done and, as I step outside his car and head toward my apartment building, I’m still thinking of his words.

  I want to take my time with you.

  Wow. Romance isn’t dead, ladies. It’s still here in real life.

  Chapter 20

  Emily

  I walk into my bedroom and remove my clothes. I do it slowly. Even though I’m the only one here, it turns me on to undress myself this way. I’m turned on.

  I’m thinking about both guys. Freeway is amazing. The way he kissed me was amazing. It made me feel as if every nerve in my body was on fire. Kirk is great, but Freeway is different in a totally new way. It’s making it hard for me to decide. I like them both for different reasons. I know I’m going to have to decide. Freeway or Winebar. It’s hard to decide.

  I run my hands over my skin, noticing that it feels hot. I love the way my soft skin feels. I take my hand and slide it down my stomach and into my thong. I tremble as my fingers rub my clit. I’m just exploring, seeing how ready I really am. My clit is swollen and I slide my finger down farther and then inside of me. I’m soaking wet.

  I take my hand out of my thong and walk over to my closet. Inside there is a box full of different toys. I love making myself come with new toys. I pull out my favorite, pink vibrator. I turn it on and find that the batteries are almost dead. I used it too much the other day. I reach into the box and find new batteries. I take out the old ones, toss them into the trashcan by my closet door and put the new batteries in. I turn it back on and my hand goes numb from the force of the vibrations.

  “Perfect,” I say.

  I go back over to my bed, slide my panties off and unhook my bra. I leave them both on the floor knowing I won’t need them when I’m done. I’m alone and can sleep naked. I get under the blankets. The sheets are cold and my bed feels amazing. It’s taking over me.

  I lie back, turn on my favorite toy and place it to my clit. My body jerks at the powerful feeling that runs through me. I don't even press it hard, either. I smile because I know this is going to be amazing. Fresh batteries in my toys are always the best.

  I think about Freeway. His smile, the way he kissed me tonight and I run the vibrator along my clit. My body jerks a little more. It feels so good. Just like the way he kissed me, leaving me wanting more. I wonder what his cock would feel like shoved in my ass.

  The thought makes me think of Kirk and how good he fucked me the other day.

  “Mmm,” I moan as I begin to rub my clit harder with the vibrator. I know it’s going to take a while before I’m done. I’m going to have so much fun with this tonight.

  I slide my left hand over my stomach, grabbing onto my tits and squeezing hard. I pull on my nipple, rubbing it and rolling it. It feels good. Especially with the vibrator pressed into my clit. I’m rubbing it up and down along my clit. It feels good and causes my body to jerk because of the intensity of the vibrations.

  I like to really get into it when I masturbate. But I wish both Freeway and Winebar were here. I could make myself come for them. I think I would be able to decide easier this way. I could have them do a little contest. Whoever can make me come the most would win.

  I bite my lip as I picture the two of them sitting at the end of my bed, watching me, wanting me. They’re enjoying seeing me please myself.

  I move the vibrator down some and it slides right inside of me.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan and bite my lip. “That feels so good.”

  I picture both of them touching me. Running their hands along my legs, enjoying the show I’m giving them. I’m so turned on and hot. I know I’m close to coming already.

  I picture WineBar moving up and sitting next to me. He starts playing with my tits, rubbing them and sucking on them. Freeway is still rubbing my leg with his hands. He’s moving them up and down feeling my soft skin.

  “Oh yeah, baby. Fuck your pussy for us. come for us,” Freeway says.

  I’m moving my hand back down my stomach to my clit and move my other hand behind my leg. I start sliding the vibrator in and out of my pussy, fast and hard, while my other had starts rubbing my pussy. I’m close and it feels good, and thinking about them watching me is turning me on even more.

  I want it. I want that so bad. I want to tease them and make myself come for them. I feel myself getting closer… closer…
closer. Until all at once, I’m coming. My head goes back, my body arches, I continue to fuck myself with the vibrator. I’m coming so good and I’m moaning so loud.

  “Oh fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” I yell out.

  I enjoy my release. The feeling taking me over completely. My body stops moving and I slide the vibrator out of my pussy. I put it up to my mouth and taste myself. I taste good, sweet. It’s warm and I feel relaxed, but I’m still thinking about WineBar. And Freeway. I still badly want them both.

  I start thinking about them taking their clothes off and I get on my knees before them. They are both on the sides of me. I turn my head toward WineBar, taking his large cock into my mouth, using my hand to rub it. He places his hands on my head and makes me gag.

  I pull the vibrator out of my mouth and realize how badly I want both of them. I want them so bad. I need a cock inside of me. Right now. I need a cock shoved inside of my pussy and I need to come.

  I’m still so turned on. I’m so ready to come again.

  I go back to my fantasy as I place the vibrator on my bed next to me. I want to fuck myself a different way. Feel something a little different.

  In my fantasy I turn my head and take Freeway’s cock into my mouth. He starts fucking it, hard. Making me gag on his cock. Then I turn back toward Kirk and do the same thing. I go back and forth, stretching my mouth around both of them. Whoever I’m not sucking, my hand is wrapped around their cock, jacking them off. Hard.

  It’s not easy going. It’s hot and rough. Both of their cocks are so huge and they both taste so fucking good in my mouth. I want to make them come. I want to taste their cum and see who can blow more of their load into my mouth. I want to turn the whole thing into a contest.

  I’m rubbing my pussy and I sit up and bend over. I reach behind me and start fingering my pussy. I slide my finger in and out of me. It’s a little awkward position, but it feels so fucking good. I lean my head down onto the bed so my ass is in the air and I continue to finger my pussy. With my other hand, I start rubbing my clit again. It all feels so good and I’m excited. I’m horny and ready to come again.